Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. It would probably be fair to say it owns me, however, with what I do, musing about GinxIzu and AixGin, surfing Bleach Wiki, checking out spoilers on FLOL and downloading the episodes and chapters from Bleach Exile. Yep... Bleach owns me...

Author's Note: It's still mild, I know, but soon, SOON, it shall earn its M rating. I hope. I hope to see five more chapters of wonderful GinxIzu moments. Perhaps if I get some good reviews, I'll be inclined to pick up the pace more. Eh? Eh?

Also, I'd like to point out that the first sentence is the same as the last chapter's. This is on purpose. I'm going to start out every chapter like this. Thank you. Hope ya'll enjoy!

"Ai-zen-Tai-chou!" The Third Division Captain called out singsongingly as he barged into the Fifth Division main office. He skidded to a halt when he saw that his former commander was not alone. Aizen Sousuke turned from his adjunct officer to the intruding Captain. Lieutenant Hinamori also looked up at Gin.

"Ichimaru Taichou, I'd appreciate it if you didn't come into the office unannounced." Aizen said, his voice as calm as ever, although Gin could hear the irritation. He smirked a bit, as he knew that that emotion was hidden under layers and layers of hypnosis, and that Hinamori hadn't noticed it in the slightest.

"Oh, but Aizen Taichou, Ah have tha most ma'velous news." Gin said, completely ignoring Hinamori Momo and sidling up to Aizen's larger desk.

"Not now, Ichimaru-san." Aizen said, adjusting his glasses. "As you can see, Hinamori-kun and I are in the middle of an important business arrangement, and I believe it would go smoother without your presence."

Gin pouted. He wanted so much to tell Captain Aizen his plans, but he kept getting pushed aside. And since he had been made Captain, he hadn't been able to talk as much with Aizen as he had done before. This was getting so annoying.

"Goban Taichou-san, this can' poss'bly wait." he said, pressing his hands into the paperwork, leaning closer to Aizen. The Fifth Division Captain sighed and took of his glasses, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at the Third Division Captain. Gin could see his eyes glinting in the light. He knew that look. It was his "don't test me" look.

"I said, not now, Gin." Aizen's voice was no longer laced with his soothing drawl. It was in a low hiss, and Gin knew he couldn't fight against that. Sighing, he leaned back off the desk and turned around as Aizen put his glasses back on. Gin looked at Hinamori, who just smiled and continued working on the paperwork, not having noticed the small words exchanged between them. Gin's smile widened. What a stupid girl.

"Well, Aizen Taichou, ya seem busy, so Ah shall leave ya fer now." Gin said, retreating from the office with one more wave over his shoulder, his smile almost gone.

"Izuru." Gin said brightly, bouncing into the Third Division office. Izuru gave a startled yelp in response. Gin smiled wider. His Lieutenant was already jumpy, and the day had just started. Perfect.

"Ya said ya had sumthin' fer me, Izuru?" Gin asked, walking to his subordinate's desk, and placing a hand on it. Izuru shakily stood up, grabbed the box that was next to his desk, and handed it to his Captain. To him, it smelled like death, but he knew that his Captain would enjoy it immensely.

"This season's harvest, Taichou." Izuru said softly, not being able to meet his Captain's slitted eyes. He completely missed the smile crawling up Gin's face. It was different from usual. "I picked them this morning while you were still asleep. I thought I should thank you for all the things you do for me."

Still smiling, Gin took the box from Izuru's hands. Still shaking, Izuru let the box go, and looked up at Gin. His Captain was smiling broader than ever, and Izuru felt himself blush. Gin was seemingly staring straight into him, and now, Izuru couldn't break away eye contact.

"Izuru, ya picked all these fer me?" Gin asked softly, glancing down into the box, where the soft aroma of the ripe persimmons floated up and entangled itself into Gin's own scent. The Third Division Captain took a deep breath. Izuru could swear he saw the smile that was always there on his Captain's face disappear into one of actual contentment. But only for a second.

"Y-yes, Captain." Izuru replied stiffly. He was so close to his Captain again that he wasn't sure if he's be able to keep a straight face without revealing to his superior that he wanted to jump his bones. He had realized since the day before that his thoughts for his Captain had grown immensely since the first few days he had known him, and now, it was full blown love and admiration. It was painful being so close to the object of his obsessions. And now, his love was holding his favorite fruit, looking so peaceful and lovely, that Izuru couldn't help but fantasize about him even more. Ah, those beautiful eyes that one could only see during the rarest of occasions, that silky silver hair that shone in the sunlight, that smile, oh that smile, which seemed to follow Izuru wherever he went. Izuru couldn't help but take in everything about this man. He wanted to explore him, to touch him, to be his. But, Izuru scolded himself, not without his approval. He was the superior, and a subordinate couldn't just reach out and touch him on a whim.

Gin chuckled and placed the box on Izuru's desk. He opened his eyes slightly and peered at Izuru through his beautiful sky blue eyes. Resting his right hand on Izuru's cheek, he playfully tugged at Izuru's bangs. Izuru felt himself leaning into his Captain's hand, so much that he was caught off guard when the hand pulled away suddenly.

And instantly came back as a slap.

Izuru toppled to the ground, crying out in pain. He looked up at his Captain, clutching the right side of his face, under his hair. Shocked for the third time in two days, he wordlessly raised himself to his feet and faced Gin, his eyes shifted down, now from shame rather than lustful embarrassment.

"D'ya know why Ah did that, Izuru?" the silver haired shinigami asked, simply. He brought his hand to Izuru's now red cheek to stroke it, gently. Izuru flinched.

"No, Taichou." Izuru said faintly. He kept his gaze averted. Captain Ichimaru hadn't hit his face before, not like this, not for no reason. Why would he start now?

Gin's smile faded slightly at Izuru's reactions. Was it too much? Gin's mind whirled. Sure, he had never really hit Izuru's face before, but there was always a first time for everything. Izuru's deep obsession over him was much too fun to not do anything about, and it was when he had finally realized that Izuru had a crush on him that this plan had evolved in his brilliant mind, anyway.

Gin hated to admit it, but the fact that his Lieutenant had been watching him and following him wherever he had gone for the first few weeks of his instatement to the Third Divison had gone unnoticed by him. Kira Izuru was only there because Aizen had indirectly placed him in his loyal subordinate's division. Gin had never thought more of him other than that. When Aizen had told him (again, indirectly, for one can never be too careful when living in the den of enemies) to make him his Lieutenant, Gin had done so with no questions. He hadn't even remembered the kid was part of the trio that they had saved, or that Aizen had picked them up from the Academy and placed into the Fifth Division. He was gone by then, and had already gotten his Captainship of the Third Division. He rarely paid attention to Aizen's minor plans anyway. They were so meticulous that they only bored him.

So when Kira Izuru had come into his office the first time as the newly appointed adjunct in the middle of winter, Gin hadn't given him a second glance. He placed all the stacks of the paperwork, backlogged since the sudden and unfortunate death of his past Lieutenant, on Izuru's desk and had walked out of the office, not to be seen for a few days. He had a new pet, might as well use him and work him, he thought.

It wasn't until late March that they had actually interacted. Gin had been stuck in the office working on paperwork that could only be signed by a Captain, and therefore couldn't be pushed off to the subordinates, when he could hear such a loud commotion outside. He could never resist any kind of disturbance that would pull him away from work, but he was quite annoyed that it hadn't been made by him.

He had slammed open the sliding door to see a group of the Third Division officers crowded in the courtyard, laughing hysterically at someone who seemed to be telling a very interesting story to anyone that would listen. With one glance, Gin realized it was his new Lieutenant. And he was drunk off his feet.

"Hya, wa's goin' on?" he had asked cheerily, parting the crowd. As he came closer to the poor blonde drunk, most of the other persons of the division scattered, not wanting to be nearby when the new Lieutenant Kira was given a beating by the sadistic Captain.

"'N then, the hollows, they were all around, all around, 'nd, we-we-we were gonna die." Izuru had continued his story, not noticing the lack of people around him, or the looming figure slowly making his way towards him. When Gin reached within arms length of the young shinigami, he had hoisted him up onto his shoulder and trudged back to the office. Many of the other officers, who had stayed behind just to watch a potential trainwreck, disappointedly fell back.

Gin had dumped the boy onto the floor, sliding the door shut to give themselves the utmost privacy. His smile was nearly gone now, his inner irritation slipping through. Aizen had given him his child, to use as his Lieutenant, and now, he was too drunk to even sit up. Sighing, he mussed up the back of his head with his hand. What should he do with this boy?

"But then-then, an angel came." Izuru continued on the floor. Gin sat behind his desk and listened curiously, his smile back. However annoyed he may have been, he could never resist listening to drunks talk. Quite amazing what you could learn from them.

"A-a-a-a silver angel. My silver guardian angel." Izuru's last words drifted off as sleep took him. Gin raised an eyebrow in slight amusement. Perhaps this was why Captain Aizen had given him this boy. He had seen it, and knew where he should be put.

It was said that Gin's smile grew three sizes wider that night.

The next morning, Izuru had woken up with a horrifying headache, and he had apologized to his Captain, practically begging at his feet to forgive him for the unruly behavior he had been presenting the night before. Gin had just waved it off, and gave him more paperwork to do, which the poor young boy had done with no complaints.

It wasn't until a few days later that Gin had learned that it had been Izuru's birthday, and that he and his old Academy friends had gotten together to drink themselves into a stupor, to celebrate his 30 years in the Gotei 13 without dying.

Gin looked down at present day Izuru, who still seemed to be waiting for that response, of why he had hit him. He brought his hand that was on his cheek and placed it on the blonde's head, leaning in so that their noses were almost touching. Izuru felt a bead of sweat trickle down his cheek.

"Because you touched something that was mine, without permission. Those trees are mine, and now, you have to be punished." Gin whispered into Izuru's ear, closing the gap even further.

"Follow me, Izuru." Gin said, abruptly turning from his adjunct and leading the way down the hall.

Izuru followed, noiselessly. He was shaking under his shihakusho, and he knew that his Captain could tell. He didn't know in the slightest where they were going, and that probably was what scared him the most. What would his Captain's idea of punishment be?

"Ichimaru Taichou, Kira Fukutaichou." The division members would mutter and bow respectfully as the two of them passed. Izuru wondered if they could see his shaking as well. Perhaps they could, they were giving him looks of pity, it seemed. Or was that just because he had to work directly under Captain Ichimaru? Izuru tried to avoid eye contact with any of them, too scared to do anything except follow the man in front of him.

As Gin turned right, down a new corridor, Izuru's heart sank. He knew where they were heading now. So when Captain Ichimaru said punishment, he meant physical punishment. They were walking in the direction of the practice room.

The practice room was used by all the new recruits to the Third Division and some of the lower ranks, training to achieve higher ranks in the division. It was rare for any of them to see the Lieutenant, or the Captain for that matter, inside the practice room. So, it was a moment of utmost surprise when the non-ranked officers of the Third Division found themselves looking at their Captain who just opened the sliding door.

"Good morning, Ichimaru Taichou!" The shinigami shouted in unison, bowing, after a pause. Gin just waved at them, smiling as he entered the room. Izuru followed.

"Good morning, Kira Fukutaichou." The recruits also said, as Izuru entered the room. Less enthusiastically, he noticed. He nodded towards them as he moved to the center of the room with his Captain.

"Me and Izuru'll be usin' the room, ya'll can jus' scurry alon'." Gin said, using his hands to shoo at the new recruits. Awkwardly, the young shinigamis made their way towards the door. One lagged behind, still looking in awe of the two.

"Excuse me, Taichou." he said. Gin turned to him, his grin widening by the second. Izuru pleaded with the boy mentally. Please, just leave. Don't make him worse.

"Yus?"

"Newly promoted Tobasa Minoru, Nijyuu Seki." the youth said, starting calmly. "I was wondering, since it is a rare occurrence to see any high rank seated officer spar together, could we possibly, I mean-" his voice trailed off as Gin approached him slowly, smile so wide his teeth almost showing.

"Continute, Tobasa-kun." Gin prompted, placing his hand under the boy's chin and making him look at his Captain's squinting eyes.

"I was- wondering if we-we-we c-could watch-" he faltered again, as he tried to look away, blushing slightly. Gin chuckled slightly and turned away from him, and walked back to Izuru.

"If ya'd like ta die, then by all means, stay." he said, tossing his head over his shoulder to send the young boy a little stare, his eyes slightly open. "There's no tellin' wha Ah might do to bystanders."

Needing no more hints, the young shinigami instantly made his way to the door and pushed through the rest of the gaggle who had stayed behind to listen to the conversation. They soon followed Twentieth Seat Tobasa out of the practice room, drawing the door closed behind them.

Izuru swallowed what saliva he had left in his throat. He was alone with his Captain in the sparring room, and he knew what was coming next. Slowly, he drew Wabisuke from his sheath. Gin's smile dropped slightly.

"Na, Izuru, ya won' be needin' that. Ah told ya, this is a punishment." The silver haired captain said. "Leave Wabi-kun off ta tha side." Gulping, Izuru sheathed Wabisuke, untied him from his obi and placed him against the wall to his left. It was awkward without him. Izuru could barely hear Wabisuke's voice, by the time he had walked back over to face his Captain. Trembling, Izuru looked up at Gin's face again.

"Good boy, 'Zuru. Now," Gin said, his smile becoming almost too wide for his face. He unsheathed Shinsou.

"Run."

Gin couldn't help but laugh at his poor Lieutenant. He was so frightened for his life, that he was stumbling while using shunpo. He swung Shinsou down towards the scared boy. Izuru gave a small yelp as the elongated wakizashi cut his right sleeve straight up the arm, causing it to show his skinny, pale arm completely as it fluttered in the wind behind him. Rather than it be a hinderance to his running, Izuru grabbed the end and yanked it off completely, letting it fall to the floor. Gin smiled. What a smart adjunct he had.

The Third Division Captain used his flash steps to sweep behind his blond haired subordinate and slashed at his back, keeping the blade just an inch from Izuru's body, so that only the kosode was ripped from his neckline to his right hip, making the top right half of Izuru's shihakusho flutter forward in front of him. Izuru looked at it and gaped, realizing that this made his chest almost exposed. Rather than worry about it, this part too, he tore out of his uniform and tossed aside.

Now, Gin was having way too much fun. His subordinate hadn't realized his true motive yet, his real reason for this "punishment." Why else would he just be playing with him, slashing at his shihakusho?

To get him naked, of course. Naked and sweaty.

The smiling devil brought down his Zanpakutou on his adjunct again. This time, Shinsou went right through the left half of Izuru's hakama revealing his thin and shaky leg. Without stopping, Gin brought his wakizashi down on the other leg, making the hakama fall complete down off of Izuru, leaving him with only his fundoshi on. Izuru yelped again. As he bent over and tried to pick up his fallen hakama, Gin sheathed Shinsou and flash stepped up behind Izuru. He pulled Izuru up by what was left of his uniform, yanked the last piece of the said kosode off of his Lieutenant and wrapped his arms around him.

"Mah Izuru, in tha flesh." he whispered, into Izuru's neck. Izuru shivered. He was in the clutches of his Captain again, and he was pretty much naked. His face turned a deep shade of red he never thought he could turn as he felt his Captain's skin press on him.

His skin? Izuru thought, as he turned around. Sure enough, Gin had taken off his kosode, showing Izuru the thin but muscular body of a Gotei 13 Captain. Izuru felt all of his blood drained from his head, his fingers and his toes. He could feel himself getting hotter down below as he was getting aroused just by looking at his Captain's figure. His perfect figure.

Izuru paused for a moment. This man had been trying to kill him, to kill him. No, wait. A captain of the Gotei 13 never had to try to kill someone. They could do so simply by suffocating them with their captain-class reiatsu. His Captain, Izuru noted, had only been playing with him, letting him run around afraid for his life, and sweating up a storm. He had gotten him where he wanted him. And somehow, Izuru didn't find it upsetting.

"Taichou." Izuru finally mumbled into Gin's chest. Taking a chance, he pulled himself off of his Captain's body a few inches, attempting to let his tongue caress the older man's figure. As he opened his mouth, he was stopped by Gin's finger.

"Ah-ah, 'Zuru." Gin said, teasingly. "Tha's mah job." Izuru whimpered, as he closed his mouth obediently.

Gin let his hands wander down Izuru's chest, pausing at certain points on the young shinigami's body, eliciting more and more moans from him. Gin leaned down close to Izuru's neck and blew a puff of air into the near excited Lieutenant's ear canal. He felt Izuru shiver under him, and he couldn't help but grin even more. Izuru was already trying to grind into him, and he was already moaning, expecting more ministrations from Gin. Clicking his tongue, Gin spun Izuru around, so that he was holding the pale boy's back to his chest. To stop Izuru from relieving his pressure, what better way than to keep him away from his object of desire? The smiling Captain used shunpo to bring Izuru to a wall, keeping both of his subordinate's arms held above his head.

"Please, Taichou." Izuru whimpered. He tried to bring his hands down to his now completely aroused member, but Gin's pressure on his wrists were much too strong. "Please, let me-"

"I-zu-ru." Gin whispered coldly in his adjunct's ear. Izuru quieted himself as he heard that voice, the voice that made it seem to him like he was being held down by snakes and was paralyzed, so he couldn't move, couldn't protest. "Good boy." Gin muttered, moving his way down Izuru's back, licking his shoulder blades, sending down small shocks of pleasure down the subordinate's spine. Izuru couldn't help the small whimper that escaped his lips.

Gin let go of Izuru's wrists, figuring Izuru's own pressure on the wall would keep the pale hands out of the way. As he licked down to his waist, Gin let his hands wander down to Izuru's buttocks, pulling on the fundoshi that was still covering Izuru's manly parts. With one jerk, Gin pulled off the loincloth. He heard Izuru gasp with delight, as his manhood hung in front of him already soaking wet. Gin licked his lips.

"Izuru, yer so exitable." Gin murmured, trailing his finger down Izuru's back and around his hole, reaching between his legs to fiddle with the two sacs hanging between his legs. Izuru groaned and stood on his toes, the pressure in his groin filling him almost to his utmost potential. All he needed was one good stroke and he would-

Izuru opened his eyes. There wasn't a presence behind him. He couldn't even feel his Captain's reiatsu anymore. Shivering, he turned around, afraid of what he'd see, or not see. In the practice room, he was completely alone, naked, his shihakusho in shreds and the door slid wide open.

He fell to the floor, tears coming to his eyes. For the second time that week, he had almost been brought to his limit, and had been stopped. He had been given pleasure, but it had been taken away before it could be completely enjoyed. Was any of this even real? Slowly, and still shaking, He gathered up the bits of his uniform and held them tightly to his chest. He moved, still slowly, for his erection was still there and was still painful, over to the other side of the room and grabbed Wabisuke, who was still leaning against the wall.

And with one more tremble of the lip, closing his eyes, he vanished, using shunpo to bring himself back to his own quarters, to change and cry.

Author's Note: I kinda feel bad for what I did to Izu here... But perhaps he'll let me hug him and make it all better... But I'd do more than just hug him... *evil grin*